Personification Life OOC VII [OPEN -Sign up and Planning]

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Really, that can be a pickup line.

"Let me work my magic on your physical body."

I'll pass.

I never said it was a good pickup line.

[Monfrox]

I'll pass.

I never said it was a good pickup line.

Upon retrospect, anything can be used as a pickup line.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I never said it was a good pickup line.

Upon retrospect, anything can be used as a pickup line.

"Would you care to accompany me on digesting an eventual heart attack?"
*beat*
"I mean, would you like to get a burger?"

[Giovenith]

I never said it was a good pickup line.

Upon retrospect, anything can be used as a pickup line.

"Hey there baby, wanna see my extensive collection of nail clippings and broken aglets? *wink*"

[Monfrox]

Upon retrospect, anything can be used as a pickup line.

"Hey there baby, wanna see my extensive collection of nail clippings and broken aglets? *wink*"

"Bandit acquired. Fox Two."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Upon retrospect, anything can be used as a pickup line.

"Hey there baby, wanna see my extensive collection of nail clippings and broken aglets? *wink*"

"If you tried to free me from your allocated memory I'd become a dangling pointer because girl, I'll never stop writing to you."

*beat*

It's a programming joke.

[Monfrox]

"Hey there baby, wanna see my extensive collection of nail clippings and broken aglets? *wink*"

"If you tried to free me from your allocated memory I'd become a dangling pointer because girl, I'll never stop writing to you."

*beat*

It's a programming joke.

I didn't even try.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"If you tried to free me from your allocated memory I'd become a dangling pointer because girl, I'll never stop writing to you."

*beat*

It's a programming joke.

I didn't even try.

If someone does get it, good work.

[Monfrox]

I didn't even try.

If someone does get it, good work.

Your's or mine?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

If someone does get it, good work.

Your's or mine?

Yes.

[Monfrox]

Your's or mine?

Yes.

Coddamnit, comrade

[Cerillium]

Your NS Nation's Nickname: Mon

Character Name: Captain Cinnamon Brittney Thompson

Character Gender: Female

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Human

Character Physical Description (height, weight, apparent age, actual age): 5' 6", 151 lb. and 21

URL to Character Picture, if any:Dis.

Physical Attributes (if any above normal mortal human):
Dex 4
End 4

Character Unique Skills(if any):
Piloting 4

Character Powers: None

Character Weaknesses/Flaws: Sure, she's a great pilot. But that's pretty much it about her. Her hand-to-hand skills are the likes of which you'd typically see in your standard bar fight rumble, which she has plenty of experience in. It also is the number one reason why she's still a Captain and keeps getting court-martialed.

Character Background/Biography: Cinnamon hated her name for a while. She grew up in the 'remnants' of the Froxian government in the giant underground bunker complex that had tunnel systems connecting it to the Outer Territories. Like most kids, she was immediately conscripted around the age of 6. However, since she was going to be a pilot, most of her training was learning tactical maneuvers and technical flight jargon. What physical training she was given was dependent upon the fact that she would be experiencing G forces, and not fighting on the ground. She chose to stay in the military and had her first flight on her 17th birthday.

Since that day, she's shot down a total of 17 aircraft and gotten roughed up in the local bars in the Outer Territories more times she can count. She doesn't drink, but she doesn't take shit from drunks either when they start insulting her. It was because of this (and one incident that turned into a huge Charlie Foxtrot) that she was transferred off of active duty and to the 284th Aggressor Squadron (An Aggressor Squadron is a flight that takes the role of the enemy during training exercises and war games). The transfer didn't put an end to the bar fights, though. Her only saving grace that keeps the brass from not pulling her from her Flight Leader position or from her rank as Captain is that she is an exceptional pilot, and continues to impress.

Why the character is in Bielefeld/Occupation: Vacation leave by direct order of the Field Marshal until an undetermined date.

URL to Apartment Picture: Here.

Link to RP examples:

IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details:
Captain Cinnamon Thompson. Flight leader of the 284th Aggressor Squadron. Callsign: Berserker 1 "Scorcher". She's been trained to fly the F-15C, and even has her own custom-painted fighter. She's a great pilot all around, though not the best. She's got a stoic sense of attitude, but also doesn't mind cutting loose and being happy every once in a while. She does her best not to let things get her down. Not quite a child soldier in the sense, but more of a child pilot. She was raised in the hidden Monfrox government complex deep under the Dead City and the Zone, and trained from 6 to fly and fight in the sky. Despite not having much of a childhood, she still can enjoy herself when she really wants to. Bar fights also seem to be a common occurrence with her, whether she instigates them or not.

I think two will be enough to go through while I'm at college. I'll keep them going and still not have a stressed-out workload trying to maintain them.

If i try making another character before summer vacation, please slap me.

Didn't see this earlier. Always good to TG. I'm worse than Night when it comes to replying to posts.

Accepted. She won't get into many bar fights here since the only watering hole is Chaos (restaurant and nightclub); fights are taken outside. There's a second bar called the Wilting Succubus but it's weird and best to visit it when Swith's online to describe it.

Your link was to an apartment building. Do you want to define her apartment inside the building? It's still the same setup: room (a bedroom/dorm room) or a full apartment (kitchen, bath, living room, bedroom/s, etc.) No one is doing the dorm room approach anymore.

[Monfrox]

Your NS Nation's Nickname: Mon

Character Name: Captain Cinnamon Brittney Thompson

Character Gender: Female

Character Species (nation personification, human, alien, etc): Human

Character Physical Description (height, weight, apparent age, actual age): 5' 6", 151 lb. and 21

URL to Character Picture, if any:Dis.

Physical Attributes (if any above normal mortal human):
Dex 4
End 4

Character Unique Skills(if any):
Piloting 4

Character Powers: None

Character Weaknesses/Flaws: Sure, she's a great pilot. But that's pretty much it about her. Her hand-to-hand skills are the likes of which you'd typically see in your standard bar fight rumble, which she has plenty of experience in. It also is the number one reason why she's still a Captain and keeps getting court-martialed.

Character Background/Biography: Cinnamon hated her name for a while. She grew up in the 'remnants' of the Froxian government in the giant underground bunker complex that had tunnel systems connecting it to the Outer Territories. Like most kids, she was immediately conscripted around the age of 6. However, since she was going to be a pilot, most of her training was learning tactical maneuvers and technical flight jargon. What physical training she was given was dependent upon the fact that she would be experiencing G forces, and not fighting on the ground. She chose to stay in the military and had her first flight on her 17th birthday.

Since that day, she's shot down a total of 17 aircraft and gotten roughed up in the local bars in the Outer Territories more times she can count. She doesn't drink, but she doesn't take shit from drunks either when they start insulting her. It was because of this (and one incident that turned into a huge Charlie Foxtrot) that she was transferred off of active duty and to the 284th Aggressor Squadron (An Aggressor Squadron is a flight that takes the role of the enemy during training exercises and war games). The transfer didn't put an end to the bar fights, though. Her only saving grace that keeps the brass from not pulling her from her Flight Leader position or from her rank as Captain is that she is an exceptional pilot, and continues to impress.

Why the character is in Bielefeld/Occupation: Vacation leave by direct order of the Field Marshal until an undetermined date.

URL to Apartment Picture: Here.

Link to RP examples:

IMPORTANT:
One paragraph that sums up your character. This paragraph is what we'll use on your player tab on the first page of the thread. This MUST be brief. Your tab will contain a link to your application so people will have full details:
Captain Cinnamon Thompson. Flight leader of the 284th Aggressor Squadron. Callsign: Berserker 1 "Scorcher". She's been trained to fly the F-15C, and even has her own custom-painted fighter. She's a great pilot all around, though not the best. She's got a stoic sense of attitude, but also doesn't mind cutting loose and being happy every once in a while. She does her best not to let things get her down. Not quite a child soldier in the sense, but more of a child pilot. She was raised in the hidden Monfrox government complex deep under the Dead City and the Zone, and trained from 6 to fly and fight in the sky. Despite not having much of a childhood, she still can enjoy herself when she really wants to. Bar fights also seem to be a common occurrence with her, whether she instigates them or not.

I think two will be enough to go through while I'm at college. I'll keep them going and still not have a stressed-out workload trying to maintain them.

If i try making another character before summer vacation, please slap me.

Didn't see this earlier. Always good to TG. I'm worse than Night when it comes to replying to posts.

Accepted. She won't get into many bar fights here since the only watering hole is Chaos (restaurant and nightclub); fights are taken outside. There's a second bar called the Wilting Succubus but it's weird and best to visit it when Swith's online to describe it.

Your link was to an apartment building. Do you want to define her apartment inside the building? It's still the same setup: room (a bedroom/dorm room) or a full apartment (kitchen, bath, living room, bedroom/s, etc.) No one is doing the dorm room approach anymore.

I thought we were supposed to describe the room once we got in and give Swith a pic to the apartment building as it appears through the eyes of our characters...

[Cerillium]

I thought we were supposed to describe the room once we got in and give Swith a pic to the apartment building as it appears through the eyes of our characters...

She'll probably add it to the wiki slide show.

The terminology gets confusing. Apartment = apartment inside the building. Think of a NYC highrise.

[Monfrox]

I thought we were supposed to describe the room once we got in and give Swith a pic to the apartment building as it appears through the eyes of our characters...

She'll probably add it to the wiki slide show.

The terminology gets confusing. Apartment = apartment inside the building. Think of a NYC highrise.

Oh...okay that makes things a bit easier.

[Cerillium]

Feel free to wrap up business at the desk and get into game play.

[Monfrox]

Feel free to wrap up business at the desk and get into game play. go to bed

I fixed that.

[Cerillium]

Feel free to wrap up business at the desk and get into game play. go to bed

I fixed that.

Good girl. Have a cookie.

[Monfrox]

I fixed that.

Good girl. Have a cookie.

*passes out*

[Cerillium]

That's what I get for handing out poisoned cookies.

[Monfrox]

That's what I get for handing out poisoned cookies.

THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU CHOSE

[Cerillium]

If you give a mouse a cookie...

[Warpspace]

And thus the legions of the dead shall pour forth from their graves. Once the breakthrough is made, there is no reversing it. We have broken the boundary and made an affront upon our gods, and our enemy shall follow our steps. The phantom armies of iron will have no counter. They will endure. We will all perish in the fires of this war, but they will continue. Our civilization will crumble and our race turned to dust- but our dead will continue to wage the war. Torn from their rest of eternity, they will have no purpose but to fight, even when all is ash. All they will know is suffering and anger, blind hatred against a lost civilization and a long-vanquished foe as they continue a vain war. And unlike us, they will never again know the peace of death. We have rendered the most hateful of our number immortal. I wish I could go back, to reverse this horrible decisions, but even if I were to destroy myself and all my work- they would find it. Even if all they found was scraps, the military could piece it back together and resurrect their dead comrades themselves. And then the enemy shall obtain it, picking up the pieces of their shells they claim on the battlefield.

I'm sorry. I have damned my race, affronted my gods, and killed any hope that a union may ever be made with our enemy like in the old days. I can at least take comfort now that in the profits reaped from my advancement, I can feed my family like kings until the day that we are ground into dust along with our civilization and species by what I have started. What was once a question of if is now a question of when. All will burn.

[Germanic Templars]

viewtopic.php?p=18322483#p18322483 For you Ceril.

[Monfrox]

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And how's that working out for you?